'Tarot'
Like the radiance of beauty
That dwells inside a verse
A divine lotus flower
That lives to be eternal. . .
It's having no bound or envious of dwelling
Only pride forebears to ever conquer. . .
Silently sleeping inside the tarot. . .
A fluidity of thinking. . .
The conscientiousness of thought. . .
A lengthiness of measure
T’is divine wisdom of love